Aileen Lynch
Bio
I live in the SW of Western Australia, have four grown children and seven grandchildren. I do not have a writing history, but now have time and inclination on my hands!
Stories (1/0)
Rocky Terrain
If there had been a tree or a bush left in existence across this blackened plain, Cormack may have made himself a little more comfortable and watched with real interest the figure he had spotted, and who had not yet spotted him. Already belly to the rocky ground, he had ceased all forward movement, not in the rigid way that danger would normally induce in a being, but in a purely neutral sense. Emotion emanates, fear in particular. It had only taken a generation for Post Apoco's to master fear by accepting its constant presence. Some amongst them had sensitised to all manner of emotion while also developing the ability to harness their own. It was these traits that marked the elite in this new world. His mottled clothing in shades of black and grey, skin paint, and the Great Pollute; the opaque greyish haze that weaved and wavered vertically across the terrain; gave him all the camouflage he needed. He could risk glancing in that direction, but sustained focus was out of the question. It would only draw attention.
By Aileen Lynch3 years ago in Fiction